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Eragon's sword was streaked in blood. His limbs felt heavy and tired. But soldiers surrounded them and he couldn't stop now. Saphira and
Eragon had been riding when they had been ambushed. Eragon deduced it would be easier to fight them on the ground but now he was having second
thoughts. He and Saphira were separated as the soldiers surrounded him. I shouldn't be tired yet, he thought almost angrily. But recent events had made him irritable. Ever since the battle on the Burning Plains everything was different. He felt less connected to those around him. He missed Zarroc's familiar weight at his side. And he missed Murtagh. It was easier to think he was dead then have to come to grips with the fact that he was evil. He parried a vicious sword thrust from one of his attackers and turned quickly to disarm and wound another.

Saphira spoke urgently, Little One, there are too many of them. We cannot fight them all! Eragon looked around him. She was right no matter how much he hated retreating.

Eragon hacked his way through the mass of soldiers and jumped onto Saphira's back. With a roar she took flight. The soldiers didn't dare think of shooting arrows at them. They knew that if the Dragon and Rider died Galbatorix would have their heads.

Murtagh stood, waiting for Galbatorix. He knew punishment was inevitable for what he had done. Letting Eragon go would be without a doubt a negative addition to his record. Galbatorix strode in. He surveyed Murtagh and Murtagh averted his eyes, bowing his head.

"Normally I think what you did would garner severe dissatisfaction from me. But I think I have an idea which you could regain your value." Murtagh looked up at this proposal.

"Whatever you wish my lord," was all Murtagh responded but you could tell he had a certain air of curiosity surrounding the answer.

"Walk and we will discuss this delicate stage in the plan."

Eragon looked over the land in anger. It seemed he did nothing but fight these days. He missed the forests of the elves. And he missed Arya.

What troubles you Little One?

Too much to explain right now; I say we return to the Varden and discuss with Nasuada what she would have us do.

We shall.

Murtagh passed over Eragon's ambush site and smirked.

Fools he thought scornfully. They couldn't have beaten a dragon and rider with a force twice their size. His smile stayed glued to his lips as he flew towards his
salvation and Eragon's undoing…

Nasuada stood in her tent looking over maps and plans. She could wait for Eragon to return because he was planning on bringing some important information back with him. Arya stood at the entrance silent.

Arya was nervous as of late. Ever since she had reunited with mother she felt more and more nervous for the elves. The last thing she wanted was Galbatorix and Murtagh finding the last oasis of Alagaesia and destroying it. She knew Eragon would want to help but she didn't know if he was strong enough to do so. If he could really make a difference.

"Lady Nasuada, a visitor is here to see you," a messenger said entering the tent. Nasuada jumped up quickly, followed by Arya.

A Couple Days Later

Eragon came to the Varden's camp at Surda at last. He was tired and rather angry as of late. Dismounting Saphira, walked over to his tent. But before him stood someone, blocking his way.

"You, what are you doing here?" Eragon asked in a scorning voice. Murtagh stood in front of him with a small smile on his face. Eragon drew his sword but a voice stopped him.

"Eragon you might want to put that away considering you might harm our guest," Nasuada advised.